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*Henry Ford developed plastic from soybeans for cars. It degrades!
Art As Activism II
Imagine no longer the sounds of seagulls squawking
or splashing through frothy foam in cool ocean waves
receding as your toes grip onto the wet white sand
Embracing the warmth of the yolk yellow sun
as the sea breeze gusts and the tide gently flows
Shores of majestic sandcastles neath burnt orange sunsets
Now imagine this scene as burnt orange polluted skylines
Alas, owing to the bacteria battles in wastewater spiking our oceans
Beach erosion that finally cannot self-correct
Imagine oceans as deserts and deserts soiled oceans
Tropical storms reshaping their landscapes
Sandy seafloors brusquely barren
Imagine telling your grandchildren
that once upon a time we fished in pristine streams
The ocean waters sublime sparkled in turquoise blues
In June the moon shone in bright pink hues
Big blue sky from rich cobalt to azure ignited
That the ebb tide was a fervent seaward flow
and a bird called albatross never digested debris
in his own home by the sea
That almost every piece of plastic ever made
still exists
That we’ve violated our seas with sea litter
via ocean liners dumping into deep waters
That our actions befouled the oceans
That you the inheritors, the next wave of nature protectors
have nothing left to protect
Gone earth’s beauty
Along the shoreline erodes the walk
The cause climate change, the effect risen sea levels
Harsher storms of vengeful severity,
nuclear testing melting sand
into gritty green glass
Clarity
Earth has given plastic turtle shells and rubber trees
Qualities we can mimic*organic and pollutant free
Tallies tell tales of more plastic
than fish in the sea,
Futile! Floating refuse tripling
crippling wildlife
Manmade warming undeniable,
unconscionable and irreversible
Mariner your actions perilous
Plastic found in fish
In us!
homemade chicken noodle soup and a grilled lipton burger
sixites latin music bumping out of the speakers and your booty just a-shakin'
no cares in the moment and unconditional love floating all around
you steal a kiss and a light slap on my butt
i shake my head as you laugh like mad at me actually blushing
i grab you a water and myself some blue cream soda
we take our reverie to the new deck your brother built for us and admire the view
old sookie the saint bernard finds the energy to come and beg for our food
he is drooling banana peel brain style and you toss him something
now it is my turn to guffaw and shake my head
we begin to converse as old sookie finds his lazy bone again and falls asleep between our deck chairs
you take my hand
i blush again
you say 'you need to quit'
now i steal a kiss from you
you deepen the kiss
FOOD FULLY DIGESTED!
the rest we will leave to the obvious part of somebody's imagination
i will just say dessert was wonderful and perfect....
Word Maneuvers in F Sharp Minor
As it goes, so it goes.
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
It’s fat green belly filled with flies,
You and I will do the same, indeed,
We will find utter solace under a moving cloud,
We will wish for an escape from the piercing onslaught,
We will wish for an end to the pain and abject sadness,
Of daily life on this staggering planet;
But instead, as carnivorous time eats its way forward,
We too will be absorbed into the Beast,
Into which all are eventually swallowed whole,
We will be digested by the darkness.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
You and I will do the same.
We will spend our lives hunting,
And being hunted,
By the masticating microbes of infinite space;
We will all be an ingredient, at last,
In something else’s soup.
And what is our end, honey?
What factors are there in our ultimate demise?
Here, take my hand and let me hold it.
We will soon enter into the room of pillows.
It’s down the dark meandering hallway,
Past the statue of a kneeling Artemis,
Inside, you will find fiery explosions;
That of instant death upon the battlements.
We will be vacant from the universe,
For a second….
As the blooming centrix flower bends,
And waits for pulsing Time to ejaculate,
We will watch its wondrous presentations,
We will lie askew, and count our moles
With trembling erect appendages.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes
For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished-
feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.
What of these thoughts of mine that encapsulated me?
What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?
You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-
dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.
However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-
by embracing all of who you are;including the imperfections.
So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-
holding me hostage, unable to step into the light
I dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world
How dare me think less of who I am?
How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?
Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?
Its my decision to be happy
It's my decision to LIVE!!!!
A self acclaimed professional with incomplete training;
following a system with part-time understanding;
feeding a beast with little knowledge of an approach tactics;
are all shelters where misunderstanding is harboured and trouble, honoured.
Foreign traditions should firstly be digested before adopted,
any culture’s morphology without the remittance of peace and respect
is either faulted with errors towards humanity
or carelessly photocopied using a bad ink.
It is okay to have an ascent
by mere keeping up with the kardashians
or beautifully repaint the glamour of societal fun
by bathing in the Jacuzzi of pop culture.
But when an entire way of life
such as faith based systems and religions
are admired and happily embraced;
such an adoption should never be done from a distance.
Despite its huge diversity, the world gets smaller everyday
due to similar interests, ideology and advancement in technology.
Even though borrowing cultures has aided this process,
it is still insignificant if humane virtues are altered.
Base Ball
Give me basically any ball and I love it
Hate to say it is Rugby this side of the
Ocean that divides but we are joined by
the language though we call it ‘Rounders’
Round ball and here it is the oval crick and crack where
talent meets and bats propel with sonar
speed and sweet delight when cheering leaders
sport their curves and acrobatic tantra
For uninitiated and confused spectators
a leather bullet approaches with all its might
some poor guy or gal not allowed to duck
or dive but brace it with just a wooden stick
Projectile forces redirected emphasize the
need to run around in squares of enchantment
with crowds jumping up and down hand to
heart in orchestrated anthems of support
When all the running hitting throwing stops
and all the adverts are digested the better
side has won but everyone should receive
a shiny medal for taking part in unison
Innings and outings have a greater meaning
though once philistines have counted all
their blessings and aggression has abated
it’s just a game and warfare was transcribed
When followers of baseball passion leave the
stadium and paraphernalia crown the streets
good shots and hitmen women of gymnastic pride
agree that ball and basic instincts kept the Peace
Embedded in national culture heritage and thrill
the soft sporty cushion of engagement bereft of
disproportional lateral harm and collateral damage
has shown the world for once a peaceful resolution
11th February 2017
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a trampoline in the spider's web
as a jump to escape this self-made fate, i begin to remember the good times
i remember candy and a gentle wind
i recall clam chowder and a tranquil ocean
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a parachute in the whale's belly
as i am digested via the concoction that renders me a distant memory, i start
to think about priceless moments
i remember you riding me to the moon and then the sun
i remember me sampling you from the stars to the clouds
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a time capsule in the butterfly's cocoon
as a float away praying for granted wishes, i think back on the simpler times
i think back when the colors of our unique bond were alive and vibrant
i think back when there was no such a thing as gloomy blue rain
Grasshoppers on the maple tree,
sitting and singing all day long,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee,
is always their favourite song!
half the plant leaves have been digested,
like fire has swept entire lea,
no grains left, crops devastated,
as they eat and sing trit a tee!
when solitary, are no threat,
it is when they multiply free,
they change to locusts when upset,
then you hear them sing trit a tee!!
a swarm of locusts is like storm,
noisy green cloud is all you see,
unceasing numbers cause alarm,
they deafen you with trit a tee!
from Moses, from biblical times,
this God sent curse made history,
civilisations heard their chimes,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee!!
life is about ‘ live and let live’,
each insect as precious as bee,
so share the world and learn to give,
let them sing their trit a tee, tee!
Written 15/01/2022
Insect poetry contest
Angela Tune sponsored
8 syllables each line, quatrain with abab rhyme sequence
It’s empty now, no peeps or squeaks or flutter.
As winter’s here and autumn ends with stutter.
A hollow wooden shell is all that remains
A ghostly house with echoed growing pains.
Once, sunshine greeted hungry youth
Through cracks of sticks held by tooth and nail,
Where hungry, stretching necks were seen to flail.
Wiggling and squirming to feed and feel
The warmth of a pre-digested meal.
Warm bodies in a small space, growing daily face to face.
We watched them grow and heard each tiny plea,
See to me. No! Come and see to me!
Busy parents did their best to feed, encourage, guard the nest;
Share their hard sought food and sometimes scold.
Imparting lessons needed to be bold;
To stand upon the precipice alone and take the leap
Into unknown air with only faith inside to keep themselves aloft.
Feel the first of many winds beneath those fragile wings still soft
Dare to know a joy that all hearts feel when freedom sings:
I can fly! - I can fly!
All that’s needed is the faith to try.
At winter’s end the house will come alive.
Another family will begin their journey to survive.
Peeps and squeaks and flutters will return
And we will watch them all - and we will learn.
Music is always loved,
every piece that is heard, felt.
And yet I can play none,
not a chord, not a note.
Art is always stunning,
every piece that is studied, beheld.
And yet I can produce none,
not a drawing, not a painting.
A nosegay is always fragrant,
every one that is inhaled, scented.
And yet I draw in no aroma,
not a whiff, not a redolence.
Food is often tasty,
pieces that are chewed, digested.
And yet I feel like none,
not a repast, not even a snack.
The loved are always cherished,
every one that is clung to, kissed.
And yet I have none,
not a darling, not one even held.
Our own selves are always explained,
every fragment that is we.
Yes I have those, even grains, slivers, particles,
but, as you see, not a part of me evokes reason.
(Jul 2022)